Urban living can wear you down. Noise grinding your ears, hard lines and garish lights grating your eyes, and the ways of others scratching away at your patience. Weathered down to the bone, it's amazing you don't crack. And yet, those same forces can also be what builds something beautiful. Take the very traffic that is often the greatest cause of tension in city life and look at what it has created.
But you can't stop to admire it as the traffic won't stop to let you. And you won't stop to admire it as the bustle of urban living won't let you. But it is there, our hard edges worn into something more subtle as we find ways of living together. More accepting of our neighbours and with an attitude widened by the proximity of difference. I don't think we're always aware of it but those constant little frictions can both break and make.
So as the sun sets behind some distant tree...
...and the moon rises above a far-away lake...
...find the time to enjoy the urban tensions that in themselves build so much character and create the nuances of personality.
